The nose knows

A couple days before my mom arrived, Alex, Andy, and I were out and about. Apparently, so was a poor skunk that found itself to be roadkill before we arrived on the scence.

As we passed the crime scence, Alex said, "Oh, Mommy... I wish I didn't have a nose."

"What? Why?"

"Well then I wouldn't have to smell yucky, stinky smells like this one."